Night time, Lord. Sorry I failed to get to this prayer journal before now. There’s something about Wednesdays and Saturdays that make me miss it completely. Different routine, I suppose.
Of course, I’m in the bathroom with the door locked, not my usual prayer location, but truly, I’m not sure I want to see Andrew at the moment. I just want to be by myself.
Lord, I know that you want us to love one another, to be united, especially with other believers, but Lord, I seem to be all out of love and patience where my mother-in-law is concerned. She’s just been on the phone, complaining to Andrew about her birthday dinner last night, completely ignoring the fact that I went to a lot of trouble to prepare that dinner, to make things nice, to get her a pleasant present and not something she deserved.
Instead, she made a point of not only criticising the dessert I made (how was I supposed to know how unsuitable milk chocolate is for making chocolate mousse?) but to criticise our parenting skills since Nathan had the impertinence to let his fingers stray into her handbag. What did she think he was trying to do, Lord? Steal the Crown Jewels?
I know my mother is certainly no paragon of virtue (and drives me equally mad in different ways) but at least she wouldn’t make a fuss about Nathan being curious. In fact, knowing her handbag and her tidying skills, she’d probably have interesting things in there to amuse him – artefacts from her childhood or at least toffees from the last century petrified in there. Claire probably doesn’t even have old lint in hers. And at least my mother would give them a coin or two regardless, not phone up and demand explanations and apologies.
I pray for patience, Lord. I just don’t seem to have enough…Amen